Dark theater, single seat, komi and tadano on the screen and between her legs. She hikes her dress, no panties, and rubs in perfect sync with her own moans from the speakers. “Listen to komi and tadano come,” she whispers, circling faster. The surround sound fills with wet noises and breathless “komi and tadano, komi and tadano, komi and tadano” until she squirts all over the velvet seat in a private symphony of “komi and tadano”.